On Jack’s swing

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   My dear Lucia,

   I must admit that you knocked me over this morning when we were playing out on the patio (after the swim). You were happy to water the flowers and have lots of fun with that project — and then you decided you wanted to water “the triangle.” (Editor’s note: See photo.) How did my brilliant granddaughter see that rock in such a way that she would call it a “triangle” just on her own? Man oh man, I probably had trouble with that abstract concept when I was a freshman — in college! ‘Atta girl, Lucia, I give you full permission to move ahead of your Grandpa. And while doing that, always remember that I send you (and all of your family) my love…

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